Saturday, January 2, 2010

poem for the city by a kangaroo

why would I go back therefull of cunts, cunts getting fired, trying to sell me shitlooking for work, climbing the ladder, fuck thatout here I've got a sweet patch of grassthe sun calls me to rise each morningthe cockatoos are always up for a chateverything I want and nothing I need, fuck thathave your google earth, I've got the earth between my toescome visit sometime, the freeway takes you all the way here nowplenty of service stations along the way and Bunnings warehouses, fuck that